Author: Robin Rothman

  • But Whatever Happened to Betsy Wetsy and Chatty Cathy?

    Tammy Ealom’s had her proverbial cheeks pinched by so many critics lately that calling her thrift-store style and retro sunshine pop “cute” seems cruel. But by naming her band after a doll, Dressy Bessy’s brainchild asked for it. And on the Denver group’s third full-length, there’s more adorable where that came from. Anchored by ultra-bouncy […]

  • The Gothfathers, Part II

    Calling Bauhaus “goth” is like calling Christ a Christian. I mean, shouldn’t one define the creation by the creator and not vice versa? After all, the Big J wasn’t likely to have included Jews for Jesus or Jim Bakker in his list of Last Supper predictions. Neither could the “godfathers of goth” have foreseen what […]

  • Me and the Devil Blues

    Life’s been a bumpy ride for Everlast. By the time his Celtic working-class rap outfit House of Pain’s million-selling 1992 debut spawned the major radio hit “Jump Around,” Erik Schrody had already bounced from Ice-T’s Rhyme Syndicate to solo flop to full-fledged star. But after the next four years, during which House of Pain’s popularity […]

  • Salmon, String Cheese, and Jam

    No offense, but “jamband” isn’t really a legitimate label. It’s not even a style—more like an adjective that indicates a group’s propensity to stretch out and explore within the structure of a song. It won’t describe what a band sounds like so much as it’ll tell you how their audience looks (and sometimes smells). For […]

  • The Artists Formerly Known as Each Other (Almost)

    In response to a heated argument, I once proffered a (borderline obsessive) theory called “Two Degrees From Prince.” My hypothesis: Even if a person dislikes Prince, he or she is a fan of someone who loves him. Essentially, I claimed, all musicians are either influenced by the man himself or by someone who is. So […]

  • Politics of the pit

    Was a time when a chick in a slampit was a rarity. One badass bitch. It was cool that she’d get into the thick of things. Guys dug that; they respected it. They’d surf her from front to back and back again, hands passing her quickly along with an occasional grab, but usually a boost. […]

  • Politics of the Pit

    Was a time when a chick in a slampit was a rarity. One badass bitch. It was cool that she’d get into the thick of things. Guys dug that; they respected it. They’d surf her from front to back and back again, hands passing her quickly along with an occasional grab, but usually a boost. […]

  • Infectious Disease

    Howard Stern’s guest a few weeks back was Candy Apples, who recently tried to break the world gang-bang record (footage available at gangbang.com). During a commercial break, Candy was pumping her online treat, and playing subtly in the background was Prozzäk: “Sucks to be you/I know, I know….” Hilarious, especially since Prozzäk’s Hot Show, in […]

  • Sites Unscene

    Passing by the ‘Building for Sale’ sign at 15 St. Marks, where Coney Island High used to be, is like a slap in the face. There’s no more gruff doorman, no more musicians unloading gear, no more freaks congregating on the sidewalk, no more sweaty crowds packed wall to wall. Yeah, clubs come and go. […]

  • Back to the Funkture

    The Red Hot Chili Peppers have often inspired volatile reactions to change; it’s as if the public who loves them seeks a reason to hate them. “Everything after Hillel Slovak [the original guitarist] died has been shit.” “MTV’s embrace of ‘Knock Me Down’ was a turnoff.” “The jump to Warner Bros. was a sellout.” And […]